Thursday, September 26, 2013

A Comedy of Erinn Blog tour

Today on my blog I have A Comedy of Erinn blog tour. On my stop there is a spotlight, guest post, excerpt, and giveaway.

Currently
a Field Producer on HGTV’s House Hunters, Celia Bonaduce's TV credits cover a
lot of ground - everything from field-producing ABC’s Extreme Makeover: Home
Edition to writing for many of Nickelodeon’s animated series, including Hey, Arnold and Chalkzone.

An avid reader, entering the world of books has always been always a lifelong
ambition. Kensington eBooks’s The Merchant of Venice Beach, first in The
Rollicking Bun book series, will be available August 1st, 2013.

Erinn Wolf needs to reinvent herself. A once celebrated
playwright turned photographer, she's almost broke, a little lonely, and tired
of her sister's constant worry. When a job on a reality TV show falls into her
lap, she's thrilled to be making a paycheck--and when a hot Italian actor named
Massimo rents her guesthouse, she's certain her life is getting a romantic
subplot. But with the director, brash, gorgeous young Jude, dogging her every
step, she can't help but look at herself through his lens--and wonder if she's
been reading the wrong script all along...

Excerpt:

“You’ve made your point. Now let’s go,” Jude said, trying to
take the camera case out of her hands.

“Oh? And exactly what is my point?”

“That you’re the teacher’s pet…the good little camera girl
who won’t let a blizzard stop her. Now let’s get out of here!”

The wind picked up and Erinn almost lost her balance. She
realized that the ground was starting to freeze underneath them. She admitted
to herself that there was no point in being out – she’d never get a shot worth
having, even if they didn’t freeze to death.

“When defeat is inevitable, it is wisest to yield,” Erinn
yelled to Jude.

“Whatever, dude. Let’s bounce.”

Jude threw the gear in the back and felt his way to the
passenger side. They both got in and Erinn started the car. She hoped Jude
would stay quiet. She was feeling so shaky.
Not from the cold, but from the realization that she was not being a
good producer. To put it in Jude’s vernacular, she sucked!

Erinn tried to pull out onto the road, but the wheels just
spun on the ice. Erinn and Jude looked at each other.

“Are we stuck?” Jude asked.

“We can’t be,” Erinn said. “This is an SUV. It must be four
wheel drive.”

“Not necessarily,” Jude said. “Do you see any kind of lever
or button or anything that would let you switch to four wheel drive?”

“No. There isn’t anything. Are we doomed?”

“Doomed?
Jesus, Erinn. You are a glass empty kind of girl, aren’t ya?”

“Actually, I’m a “the glass is the wrong size” kind of
girl…woman…but I think that’s beside the point right now. What should I do?”

“Start rocking the car. Put it in first, then reverse, then
first, then reverse. Then give it a little gas and see if we can get out of
this.”

Erinn started shifting gears and made a mental note. Next
time, she wouldn’t settle for anything less than an SUV with four wheel drive.

Miraculously, the car shot forward. Erinn gasped and Jude
slapped her on the shoulder approvingly. Erinn turned slightly towards what she
hoped was the road…it was so covered in snow that she couldn’t actually see a
road, but it must be there. Making sure no one was coming – fat chance, she thought - she started inching the Explorer
through the ice and snow. She was creeping forward, when the car became
completely unresponsive and started sliding towards the right. Pushing the gas
did nothing. Turning the steering wheel did nothing.

“Oh, no,” Erinn said.

“What?”

“The car has lost traction. We’re skating on the ice.”

Erinn frantically turned the wheel to right and then to the
left. The car continued to slide.

Erinn tried to relax, but the car kept sliding sideways, the
weight of the vehicle causing it to pick up speed. Clearly, they weren’t on
completely flat ground or the SUV wouldn’t be hurling itself sideways, but
Erinn decided now was not the time to argue this point.

Erinn felt the vehicle tipping. She was jolted violently
sideways and caught, suspended, by the seatbelt. She craned her neck to look at
Jude, who was looking UP at her from the passenger seat. The SUV was completely
on its side, like a gigantic dead beast.

“Now, we’re doomed,” he said.

Erinn tried without success to free herself from the
seatbelt. With every gyration, the belt tightened around her neck. She tried to
hold still. She craned her neck and watched Jude brace himself against the
passenger door with his right arm. This gave his seatbelt some slack and he was
able to release the lever. He thudded against the passenger door, but at least
he was free. Erinn felt her breastbone pressing into the seatbelt as she hung
sideways. She watched as Jude twisted himself around, crablike, and faced her.
She looked into his eyes.

“The camera case,” she said.

Jude sat back on his heels.

“Dude,” he said. “Seriously? Forget the gear right now.
We’re in deep shit.”

“The camera…” Erinn breathed heavily. “Check the camera...”

“What are you…one of those freaks who needs to record their
own death?

“His or her own death,” Erinn corrected, gasping. “ ‘One
freak’ is singular.”

“You are so pushing your luck, lady,” Jude said.

Erinn was running out of breath, and she hung limply
forward.

“Come on, Tin Lizzy,” Jude said, wedging his back against
her.

He must look like
Atlas with me on his back instead of the world.

She had her eyes closed, but she vaguely sensed that he must
be standing on the passenger window…or the passenger arm rest. What if he broke
one of them? Would the rental company charge them? Did she buy the right
insurance? Weren’t they in enough trouble having skidded into a ditch?

Erinn heard Jude’s voice through the fog. His back was to
her.

“When I lift you up, you need to unhook your seatbelt. Come
on, Erinn, you can do this.”

Jude gave the faintest of pushes, but not enough to lift
her.

“Crap,” Jude said. “I can’t get enough traction with the
console in the way.”

Jude turned around so that he was facing her. Their eyes
met.

“The camera case,” she said.

Jude ignored her, and tried to lift her off the seat belt,
but there was no way around the console.

“Shit! Crap!” Jude said.

“Jude…there’s a knife…” Erinn croaked.

“…in the camera case!” he said.

Erinn could hear him scramble to the back of the SUV and
unlock the camera case. Erinn was reminded of sounds one hears when one is
drifting off to sleep. Every noise sounds strangely amplified – and yet the
sound is of no interest. She had the vague sensation of falling and when her
head cleared, she was laying on Jude, up against the passenger window. Jude was
panting for breath, knife held aloft. She could hear the slit seatbelt clanking
behind her.

She reached around Jude’s neck. His expression changed,
softening. She touched the passenger window behind his head.

“Thank God it’s not broken.”

“Lady, I have a knife.”

Erinn was suddenly very aware that she was pressed up
against Jude. She tried to lift herself off him, but each time she thudded back
against him.

Guest Post:

Your book has hypothetically just been
contracted to become a movie. Who would be your first choice to play the lead
role(s)?

This is a super fun question. Ok – here is my fantasy list for the
characters in COMEDY OF ERINN

Thank you for stopping by my blog today for the A Comedy of Erinn tour. I would also like to say Thank You to Celia for your guest post and Thank You to Jaidis for letting me participate in this tour. Don't forget to enter the giveaway below.